We immediately returned to the bottom of the mountain, at the foot of Maiji Mountain saw Zhuo Mingfeng who raised his head on the mountain stone to look at the moon, the night was clear and graceful, he was dressed in white and was independent, as if he had a thousand Lingyun heroes, he took us to the hotel, the general opened the wooden box, I took out a picture scroll from it, and slowly unfolded it was a portrait of a person.

There are five graceful women in the picture scroll, with slender figures, thin faces and long necks, wide and narrow foreheads, upturned corners of their mouths, smiling slightly, wearing a wisp of tulle, and a long skirt with a thin and soft body at the waist, which is washed like a smoke cage.

The bare skin is plump and moist, the shawl and the skirt like the wings of the cicada are fluttering, and the necklace inlaid with crystal jewels is gorgeous, elegant and not trivial, and the portrait is more noble and exquisite.

The ceiling swirls around, the clouds drift, and the five women in the painting are like fairies soaring in the sky.

There were no words left in the scroll, and after looking at it under the lamp for a long time, Ye Zhiqiu quickly said two words from his mouth: "Flying!" ”

Tomb thief Ye Zhiqiu can only be regarded as a layman, but she is the most knowledgeable among us in terms of the origin and background of cultural relics and historical documents.

Ye Zhiqiu told us that Feitian means flying celestials.

In traditional Chinese culture, heaven refers to the firmament, but it is also believed that heaven has a will, called heavenly will, in Buddhism, it is believed that heaven is composed of multiple levels, there are many heavenly existences, such as thirty-three days, Tu Shi Tian, etc., these heavenly beings, Chinese translated as heavenly people, individually called heavenly gods, often referred to as heaven, flying heaven is this meaning.

However, Feitian is not a Central Plains culture, but was influenced by the Buddhist culture of the Western Regions, and Feitian first appeared in Dunhuang, that is, in the famous Dunhuang murals.

"The flying sky in the Dunhuang murals was used in the early days to use iron line drawing, which was vigorous and smooth, and was used to express the chic and delicate figures, such as the gods and flying gods of the Western Wei Dynasty, and the combination of line drawing and image." Ye Zhiqiu said to us with confidence. "The five flying heavens in this picture scroll are painted with orchid leaves, written in the center, round and plump, soft on the outside and rigid on the inside, which is a unique flying depiction technique in the Tang Dynasty."

"Ling Xuan didn't want to leave a clue to the Vientiane Divine Palace first, why did he leave a portrait of Feitian in Maiji Mountain?" Tian Ji asked suspiciously.

"Lu Qiao's documents have recorded that they went deep into Mobei to find a ruin, presumably the Vientiane Shrine, Feitian first appeared in Dunhuang, which coincides with the clues left by Lu Qiao." Gong Jue said.

"But just this painting, there is no hint, Dunhuang is so big, how can we find it?" The general asked anxiously.

"Ling Xuan left a flying map, presumably it should be related to Dunhuang, I don't study a lot about Dunhuang murals, but I have a classmate who specializes in this." Ye Zhiqiu raised his head and said to us. "Looks like we have to go to Dunhuang."

Maiji Mountain is more than 1,500 kilometers away from Dunhuang, we traveled tirelessly and bumpily for three days before we arrived, Dunhuang has always been an important town on the Silk Road, the three dangerous mountains with abrupt peaks and rocks in the east, the majestic Qilian Mountain in the south, the vast Taklamakan Desert in the west, the Beisai Mountain with the rugged snake in the north, is famous for the Dunhuang grottoes and Dunhuang murals.

This is the first time I have appreciated the desert scenery, and all I can see is the vast yellow sand, and the dilapidated ancient city stands in it, as if telling the vicissitudes of thousands of years.

We met Ye Zhiqiu's classmate Song Wenjie at the Dunhuang Historical Research Institute, and Ye Zhiqiu told us that this is a department specializing in cleaning, investigating, protecting, and copying the Dunhuang grottoes, which preserves the most detailed and complete information about the Dunhuang murals.

Song Wenjie looked like the kind of person who was obsessed with academic research, his thick glasses were like the bottom of a wine bottle, and he saw Ye Zhiqiu showing a sincere and enthusiastic smile, and under his leadership, we could enter the building of the research institute through the security check.

Song Wenjie works in a large, open room filled with all sorts of Buddha statues that are being restored, and in front of Song Wenjie's desk is a blackened and badly damaged mural, and on the other side is a copy he has completed.

"I haven't seen you for almost five years since I graduated, how did you think of coming to me to guide the work?" Song Wenjie politely beckoned us to sit down, and asked Ye Zhiqiu with a smile. "Back then, you were a top student in our department, the Dunhuang Research Institute tried every means to dig you here, I still remember the dinner before graduation, you drank a tincture and got drunk, crying and saying that the place you want to go to the most is Dunhuang, we asked you why you didn't go, you said that there are things in Chengdu you can't put down, and then you got drunk, and I haven't had a chance to ask you, what is there in Chengdu that makes you willing to give up to your favorite Dunhuang?"

"Is there anything you can't put down in Chengdu?" I poked my head over and asked seriously. "What the hell is it? How did I not know? ”

"I'm ......" Ye Zhiqiu's face was a little red, and he said incoherently. Of course it's my dad, he's old and has to be taken care of. ”

"Pull it down, the general isn't here, if he's trying to figure out how to laugh at you." After all, the general is old, and he has been running back and forth during this time, and when he arrived in Dunhuang, he seemed to have lost half his life, I asked him to stay in the hotel to rest, and Zhuo Mingfeng did not come with us, he said that he came to Dunhuang once, and wanted to walk around, and Ling Zhihan accompanied him, even if Ling Zhihan was reluctant, but after all, he was a metaphysical senior, so he had no choice but to agree. "The number of times you see your dad in a year, I can count it with my fingers, and you dare to say that you miss him, what makes you unable to let go?"

"You're not finished, I don't want you to worry about my business." Ye Zhiqiu was speechless when I forced him to ask, and pursed his lips to divert the topic.

"Don't move!" Song Wenjie suddenly looked nervously at us.

I turned my head and saw Tian Ji sitting restlessly on the chair, his outstretched hand hovering over a cracked Buddha head, his body stiff and looking at Song Wenjie blankly.

"This is a clay Buddha statue in the Northern Wei Dynasty, the body has been damaged and cannot be repaired, and now only this Buddha head remains." Song Wenjie helped the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said to Tian Ji with a smile. "Why don't you do it, this thing is too precious."

Tian Ji scratched his head in embarrassment, got up and sat on the chair next to him, there was a mural in front of him, Tian Ji didn't dare to touch it again, and leaned closer to see what was painted on it.

"You...... Don't get too close, wear a mask according to the rules, your breath can destroy the mural paint. Song Wenjie smiled apologetically and said very tactfully.

"Yes, your land is full of treasures, and I still stand with you at ease." Tian Ji raised his head and took a deep breath, and simply got up from the chair and said to Ye Zhiqiu. "Don't talk about the old days, let's get down to business first, I'm afraid it's easy for us to get in here and it's hard to get out, maybe something will be broken, and we can't afford to pay for it."

"That's not what it means, don't be careful, these cultural relics have a history of thousands of years, and it is not easy to preserve them until now, I also want to benefit future generations, and I hope to pass them on." Song Wenjie said sincerely with a smile on his face.

"You're right, I just want to ask, what will happen if you accidentally damage it?" Tian Ji's expression was not raising the bar with Song Wenjie, but he looked very serious.

"It depends on the value of the cultural relics, if it is deliberately damaged, such as the mural next to you, it will be sentenced to at least three years." Song Wenjie looks like a heartless person. "But don't worry, these are copying, but they take time, and the real treasures won't be placed here."

"That means that if I break the fake, I will have to go to prison for three years......" Tian Ji frowned and walked to Song Wenjie's side, asking seriously. It looks like you understand, I have to ask, if, I mean, if I damage the real artifact, how many years will I be sentenced? ”

"You are Zhiqiu's friends, she values the cultural relics more than her own life, how can you damage the cultural relics." Song Wenjie smiled honestly.

"I said that if I didn't say that I really wanted to destroy it, I just wanted to understand the market." Tian Ji seems to take this matter very seriously.

"It depends on what size and what level of artifact you're destroying." Song Wenjie replied.

"For example, I mean, for example, like the Mausoleum of the Yellow Emperor or the tomb of Chiyou, and closer to the tomb of Suihou, you said that if I destroy these tombs......" Tian Ji thought for a long time and asked with the same sincerity. How many years do you say? ”

Tian Ji is also an honest person, especially when he is serious, the more you can't tell whether he is joking or serious, Song Wenjie looked at Tian Ji's expression, it is estimated that he couldn't see that Tian Ji was joking, he opened his mouth and looked stunned, and it took a long time to speak: "This doesn't need to go to jail, under normal circumstances, it is directly shot......

Tian Ji was stunned for a moment, still a little unwilling: "I didn't mean it, for example, for example, I didn't mean it?" ”

"This has little to do with intentionally or unintentionally, if these places you are talking about really exist, if anything in them is damaged, it must be a capital offense, and ...... Death once is not enough. ”

Tian Ji nodded silently, then turned around and looked at me and the palace lord helplessly, I couldn't help laughing when I saw him like this, the palace lord gloated and pointed at me and said, "Don't look at me, he pulled you in at the beginning, you have to blame him." ”

"After a long time, my life is no longer my own." Tian Ji stood still and muttered to himself.

"I see that you are quite a responsible person, why did you follow him blindly, I don't know what it means to follow a good person and learn a good person, these are comfortable, but don't be afraid, don't follow them in the future." Ye Zhiqiu glanced at me and said to Tian Ji.

"Zhiqiu is right, it's not enough to die once anyway, don't fool around, this time." Tian Ji slapped his thigh and said angrily. "If you have to do a big ticket, you have to earn my life money back."

"You ......" Ye Zhiqiu probably thought that Tian Ji was going to turn back, and he was speechless when he heard him say this.

"It's quite sorry for you to think about it, let's go all the way and destroy all the way, nothing will fall, this time I'll help you carry it out, we can take as much as we want." The more angry Ye Zhiqiu became, the happier I became, beckoned Tian Ji to sit beside him, pinched his face and said.